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I didn't have a slide rule OR an electric calculator when I was growing up. We had to do all our math on paper. I did learn how to use an abacus in 1st grade, and when I worked for the dairy in the 2000's my boss taught me how to use a slide rule. I was over 30 years old by then and was already writing computer code, but my boss Jack was amazing with that slide rule.
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Just think, someday 50years from now they'll look back on 2023 and say those were the good times.
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Unlike the non 1%'er skeptics on here, I remember all these things. And they are not made up. My older brother was born in 1930, my younger brother in 1946 and I in the middle. We are all still alive and living independently. Especially the boys enjoy good health.
I remember ration books, especially for sugar. My dad owned and ran a small refinery during the war and I remember gas rationing. I remember blackouts when we closed the drapes and turned out the lights. My mother saved every bit of meat fat and poured it into a wide metal aluminum can with a strainer built in. We had a ten-party phone line and you could listen in to everyone's conversation. My mother said there were three things a woman should know before going out into the world and she made sure I learned all of them: how to type (I went to summer school to learn that before sixth grade), how to drive a car, and how to operate a sewing machine. I was in high school when television became really popular and, of course, by then I was preoccupied with other things. Radio was, however, my entertainment throughout the early years and I still remember the Alden radio I received in response to my Christmas wish when I was an adolescent. Loved the detective shows, like "The Shadow,", "The Thin Man," etc., and went to sleep listening to a soap opera. Polio was a huge threat and we avoided swimming pools. I did know a couple of kids my age got it. One spent time in an iron lung. It was such a relief years later when the vaccine came out. All things considered, my brothers and I think we were fortunate to live in the best of times. |
Carla B, my point was that - much of this didn't apply to people born in the last years of that "1%" era - such as the Great Depression, which was over before they were born. And much of it isn't specific or exclusive to the "1%" era - such as going out to play, or walking to the store, or not using electric calculators. And at least one item was simply - untrue. The city playgrounds, which first existed over 20 years before the FIRST 1%'er was born.
Here's another fun fact about the term "1%ers" or "One Percenters" - it is the designation of the 1% of motorcycle clubs that are outlaws. This designation was coined in response to a comment made by the AMA (American Motorcycle Association) in 1947, about how 99% of bikers are lawful. That 1% were the outliers (most of whom were born prior to 1930). |
The 1% era for purposes of this thread ends in 1946 as that is when the "Baby Boomer" era, 1946 to 1964, began.
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Great read. Parents are 90!
Feeling blessed to still have both my parents with me. They are living on their own in the village of Bonita and we live In Woodbury.we talk everyday and visit them several times a week. They have so many stories to share.
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I am a war baby at 81 years old December 7, 1941, and intend to be here a lot longer than I imagined.
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Yep, mom & Dad were born in that era.
When Dad opened up the newspaper he'd ask me "Wanna see the funnies?" and pass it over to me. Mom collected the grease in those tomato cans. They would cool and turn solid. We had a B&W TV early on before color. I still played outside a lot, sometimes on mom's encouragement. When the color TV got older after turning it on it would make loud cracking sounds while warming up. |
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I was born in Virginia in ‘53. We had milk delivered to our home in Alexandria until ‘62. We were given a used black and white television around 1960. By then 90% of American households had one, but in 1950 it was only 9%. 1960-62 we drove once or twice a year from Alexandria to Nashville to visit my grandparents, who had moved there. The first time, most of the drive was on two lane highway. Motels were rare. What people stayed at when traveling on two-lane highways were things called Motor Courts, or something like that. Little cabins, often in a row, often with bare studs on the inside, maybe with a bathroom or maybe a bath-house everyone shared. Then can still be seen here and there. There is one on Highway 301 just north of Wildwood. People still live there, but now it’s full-time rentals. By 1962, parts of it was interstate highway. In late 1962, we moved to Northern California. At that time, only parts of I-80 were complete. Every time we drove on I-80 or I-70 during the 60s and early 70’s we marveled as new stretches were opened and our journeys grew faster. People tend to think that Eisenhower gave commands and we had an Interstate Highway system, but that’s not the way it was at all. With the interstate highways came Howard Johnson’s motels and restaurants, and endless Stuckey’s gas stations and shops. I need to call my dad today and ask what he remembers about rationing during World War II. He was a teen then. |
My wife and I are not part of this 1% group, having been born in the mid-50's. Our parents were born in the mid-30's, so even they have no real memories of the depression, or its after effects. But, I do think we grew up in a terrific time period. In our youth:
You did your playing outside. If you were inside the house during non-school hours, it was because you were being punished. All of our friends were real people who you interacted with on a regular basis, not a group of avatars on a phone who you rarely, if ever, see in person. We ate our meals with our family, cooked by mom, and talked about everything under the sun. Eating out was a rare treat. We learned how to fix things, and be self sufficient. We were taught early on to accept responsibility for your actions...this really wasn't an option. We respected our parents and our elders. We were taught the value of earning our own money, and you didn't buy something until you had saved up for it. Discipline for wrongful actions was swift and certain. I might screw up again, but I sure as heck am not going to do that again. There are, of course, many more things that could be added to this list. Obviously, I feel we grew up in some of the best of times. |
77 to 93.....Sounds like Spanish Springs on any given Tuesday!:girlneener::eclipsee_gold_cup:
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There were people who lived in poverty during your times. There were kids whose parents beat them during your times. There were families whose yards were beset with burning crosses during your times. There were dads who were gamblers and their families threatened unless the debts paid during your times. There were people who died from what is -now- preventable cancer during your times. Best circumstances. Not best times. |
I am one of the 1% ! Many of my friends have passed away and some at a very early age….in their 40’s and 50’s. We had a great childhood playing outside when you came home when the streetlights came on. Nobody “entertained” us as we did it ourselves. My family had little, but, that didn’t matter as my Mother never made us feel different!
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